Day Break.


As the day draws to an end, 

I feel the air become dense,

The dark brings with it shadows on my walls,

Sometimes they change shapes,

Sometimes they speak to me,

I have learned to block their whispers out,

But sometimes I get curious,

Especially when my day was grey, 

I must resist the temptation to let them in,

Because I know it will be hard to get them out,

I go and sit on the roof and stare hopeful at the horizon,

The sun must rise again it’s natures way,

And in the grace of its light,

The shadows must hide.


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Tale Weaver 118 – 4th May – Sunrise



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